Resurrection (17 page)

“With this new connection of ours, I don’t have to worry if I’m going too far because I’ll hear it, I’ll feel it. Still, I’d like you to tell me if you want to stop, okay?” Standing behind her, kissing her neck, he wrapped his arms around her.

Closing her eyes, she leaned back into him, running her hands along his thick, lean thighs. With nimble fingers, he pulled her shirt over her head and while her arms were raised, ran his fingers along the tender flesh inside her arms, down her sides, then back up again, this time, unclasping her bra.

Heartbeat loud in her ears, she turned around to face him. Stretching up on her toes, she locked her fingers behind his neck, pulling him down for their lips to move in a lovers’ kiss. Teasing his bottom lip with her tongue, he opened his mouth slightly. She loved kissing him. He knew how to just brush his tongue lightly across her mouth instead of trying to cram it in. It was always tender, even when it was rushed with urgent need.

Breaking the kiss long enough to remove his own shirt, he then lifted her and placed her back against the rose petal covered bed. Her eyes began to glow, she noticed as his face was lightly illuminated.

“That’s going to take some getting used to.” He smiled then kissed the hollow of her collar bone. Sitting up, he scooped two silk ties in his hand. He moved beside her, kissing his way from her shoulder to her wrist before he bound one to the headboard. The tie was tight, but not uncomfortable. He repeated the same procedure with the other arm until both arms were tied above her head.

With her hands bound she was totally vulnerable. What happened now would be choreographed by him and she would enjoy the ride, of that she was certain.

He pulled her skirt and panties under her bottom, slowly down her thighs and over her ankles, tossing them to the floor leaving her completely naked. He edged up toward her head. “Turn your head away from me, please.”

Confused, she looked at him for a moment before looking away. She felt the pins holding her hair, sliding out. He spread her hair out over the pillow, fanning it a bit. “You have the most beautiful hair,” he whispered.

With anticipation, she watched as he picked up another piece of silk, this time it looked like a long scarf. Suspending it above her, he brushed it against the skin of her shins, then thighs, pausing at her mound. He gently pushed her legs apart slightly and slid his elbow onto the mattress between her knees. He pulled the silk tight and rubbed it against the lips of her pussy, the soft, silky material gently caressing her clit. With a devilish grin, he placed his hand around her ankle pushing it up toward her thigh.

She enjoyed not knowing what was coming next. She enjoyed relinquishing total control. It drove her excitement to levels she’d not yet experienced. He began fastening the scarf to her ankle, then thigh, securing them together.

“That’s not too tight?”

She shook her head and bit her lip as he repeated the same knotting procedure, binding her free ankle to its corresponding thigh. She could only close her legs using her hip muscles now. When he picked up yet another silk tie she could not imagine what there was left to bind.

“What is that for?” she gasped, her heart now racing out of control.

He only gave a soft chuckle as he used it first to tickle her flesh, draping it across her belly, then gliding it across, inching up to her breasts. When he dragged it across her nipples, they stretched and rose to the stimulation, a slight tickle, a little tingle and a whole lot of heat, she gasped, hoping his warm, soft lips would be suckling on them soon.

Another sly grin flashed at her as he looped the fabric around both breasts then tugged on it, cinching her breasts together, so that they both stood erect at the center of her chest. He tied a knot, securing the fabric before finally teasing her left nipple with his tongue.

“Absolutely breathtaking.” He sat and stared down at her.

“And totally vulnerable,” she teased wanting him to say or do something. Her need for him was at building to a point at bursting.

Standing from the bed, he dropped his pants, setting his erection free. When he knelt on the bed next to her head, she needed no instruction. Obediently, she opened her mouth, welcoming his cock into it. He moaned as he slowly eased himself in and out of her mouth. She tried to take more of him, but he’d only allow her slightly more than the tip.

He stretched his arm out and tweaked her nipple, causing ripples of pleasure and need to her pussy. She moaned and opened her legs, hoping to entice him. Retreating from her mouth, he crawled down the bed retrieving yet another length of silk, this time he wrapped it around his own hand, covering it entirely. With the slightest pressure, and using his silken hand he ran over the length of her body, igniting every nerve.

Moving to his knees between her legs, he pressed his warm lips on her pussy. Her body, quivering with need, bucked against him, aching for more pleasure. With torturous slow speed, he sunk a finger in her, massaging her core while his warm wet tongue swirled around her swollen bud.

She moved below him rocking her hips, dancing at the precipice of orgasm. Her breasts felt as if they were filled and about to burst. Her pussy quivered as she silently begged for just a bit more of him. She pulled at the silken tethers holding her still to the bedframe.

“Z, please!”

A low, soft chuckle vibrated against her pussy and he gave her just a bit more pressure with his tongue and another finger slid inside her. Her body instantly clamped around it as she was blinded by an explosion of color as she rode her wave of ecstasy, finding her relief.

He brought her legs together then moved them to her left side. Sitting up on his knees, he dragged the head of his cock along her slippery slit, lubricated by her orgasm. She gasped as he entered her, her core still ignited from orgasm. He squeezed the flesh along her hip as he thrust again and again. But he stopped short of reaching his peak and moved her, so her legs were open again.

She gasped when he straddled her chest and stared at her tits, devilish grin painted on his face. With her breasts tied together, he slipped his cock under the fabric and between her breasts. She could see the image in his mind…exactly what he wanted. Opening her mouth, she offered a warm mouth for the tip of his cock as she pushed himself between her breasts.

“Oh!” He pulled back and cupped his hand over the tip of his cock to avoid coating her in his seed before collapsing on the bed next to her. Still shaking and trying to catch his breath, he started untying her bindings. Once she was free, he tossed the scarves aside and cradled her, pulling her head to his chest and wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

Overcome with euphoria, she started to giggle. “I rather enjoy being tied up. Who knew?”

He squeezed her. “I did, well, I thought.” His lips pressed against her forehead. “You’re magnificent. I can honestly say I’ve never enjoyed making love as much as I do with you. This connection we have is wonderful and terrible at the same time. Feeling you nearing climax makes it terribly difficult for me to hold on.”

“Yes, but getting a visual of your desires makes it fun. I don’t have to wonder what you want, I just know.” She kissed his chest and snuggled in.

He was all hers. She was finally half of a whole…and it was more fulfilling than she imagined. Having a partner who anticipated her needs, what she might even desire was beyond what she expected.

It didn’t take long for them to fall in sync with their new life. Classes during the day, meals and runs with the herd and other pack members at night. Her friendship with Mary continued and they’d meet a few times a week after classes.

It wasn’t the life she’d dreamed of—she could never have imagined it. But it was better than a dream, it was her reality.

The prisoner in the basement was treated well, while they decided what to do with him and those like him. What would the punishment be…death? Confinement? They couldn’t allow him to go back to harming others.

Beauregard held a meeting where he outlined the new government and appointed representatives of each species. Every species, down to the Gnomes had an equal vote for the equality of all. An old jail had been purchased to house supernaturals, though it needed modification. He’d also managed to establish a research facility so they could all understand themselves a bit better. He’d been the perfect person for the job.

They were on their way to existing as a civilized society. It wouldn’t be long before they could safely come out to the humans. An opportunity that seemed more and more likely, with each meeting they held.

Wendy stretched out on the couch, feeling unusually tired after a long day. Zoltar brought her a cup of Earl Grey tea which had quickly become her favorite. She closed her eyes and took a sip of the steaming brew. An acrid taste assaulted her tongue.

“Ew,” she complained then sniffed the mug. “Does tea go bad?” She took another sip. “Oh, yuk!” She put the cup on the table and ran to the bathroom where she not-so-quietly lost her lunch.
Oh God! I’ve been poisoned. They finally got to me.
She rushed back out to the living room to see her mate sniffing her mug.

“Don’t drink that! It could be poisoned!”

“There’s nothing wrong with…” His eyes rose to meet hers as his mouth fell agape.

They both froze.

“Oh shit!” She grabbed her stomach. “Oh! Z!”

Alligator tears quickly formed in his eyes as he stared at her for a brief moment. He returned the cup to the table as he ran up to her, sniffed her then scooped her up. “I’m going to be a father!” He twirled her in a circle, nauseating her further.

“Put me down. Stop! Put me down,” she begged, worried she’d paint the walls with whatever was left in her stomach.

He gently put her back on the floor. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

She could feel the tears stinging her eyes. “I’m finally gonna…we’re gonna be parents.” She sobbed into his chest, overwhelming joy knocking the wind out of her. He squeezed her. “Let’s get you back to the couch and get something on your stomach.”

We are with child!
He pushed his thoughts toward the herd. Almost immediately there was a knock at the door. Of all the creatures in the castle, Barb stood outside their home.

“I, uh, was standing next to a very excited Centaur who apparently received a message from you.” She held out a bottle of ginger ale and a package of crackers. “My sister used this when she was pregnant.” After shoving them into Zoltar’s hands, she began to run away.

“Come back!” Wendy yelled. She waited until the woman reappeared. She waved her in. “Thank you, Barb.” When the woman stood, staring at her feet, Wendy felt something—sadness. “Barb, please come in.”

The werecat came in and sat, folding her hands in her lap and staring at the floor.

She looked at her mate, who tightened his lips and nodded. He retrieved a glass of ice and brought it along with the ginger ale and crackers to her. “I’m going to meet with the herd. I’ll be back soon.” After kissing her on the forehead, he left.

As soon as the door was closed, she poured the glass of ale and sipped at it. “How are you? I know this year has been difficult for you with all of the stress.”

She could feel waves of frustration coming off her guest. “I’m managing.”

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on with you? I’m not Dr. Jeffrey, but I am a good listener.” She tore the package of crackers open and took a bite, choking it down. It tasted dirty, felt like sandpaper but it did settle her stomach.

“I don’t want to. I just… I can’t.” Her bottom lip trembled.

She wasn’t going to open up, but something was clearly eating at her. Maybe it wasn’t that Barb was hiding something sinister…but Wendy considered the werecat might be suffering. She pushed her mind out to Barb’s searching, listening.

“I’m a mutt. Who on earth is going to accept a mutt? You won’t understand. You can’t.”

“You should never think of yourself as a mutt!”

Barb’s mouth fell open and her eyes widened as she finally looked her in the eye. “How?”

“I can hear your thoughts, something that might be helpful to Dr. Jeffrey. Barb, you’re not a mutt. That’s a horrible thing to think.”

She put her face in her hands and sobbed. “I have never had a herd, a pack, a pride or a flock. My parents were mixed breeds that got together and made a mess when they made me. It’s so lonely. I mean really, did you believe I couldn’t smell Grace a mile away?”

Suddenly the entire picture came into focus. Barb had lied to Grace for years, had hid her own identity, hopeful that Grace would pick up on it, but the poor thing never knew she was a Lycan until Roman and Colin went to claim her.

“You know, Z isn’t full blooded Centaur. None of them are. I’d venture to say most of them are mixed with many different species. You have a place here, Barb.
We
are your pack.
All
of us. But you’re carrying around a lot of guilt and mixed emotions. I suggest you go find Grace and be honest with her. Remember, she spent over twenty-years thinking she was human. I can’t think of anyone else other than Z who would understand how you feel.” She grabbed Barb’s hand and held onto it. “Now I know why I didn’t trust you. I picked up on your deception, but couldn’t put my finger on it. With so many scents from so many species it all becomes cloudy.”

Barb moved in closer to her and put her arms around her, crying on her shoulder. “I needed this so badly.”

She squeezed. “I’m sorry, oh, I’m—” She ran into the bathroom, losing the crackers and soda. “Damn.”

“It gets better,” Barb handed a damp cloth to her with a smile that oozed pity. “As I said, my late sister was sick for about a month, and then said she felt the best she ever had. Something about pregnancy really makes you feel alive. At least that’s what she said.”

She leaned back on her heels. “Thank you. But I’d prefer you go. I really don’t want anyone to see me this way. And again, many thanks for the crackers and soda. Please, go talk to Grace.” Her skin was so hot it felt like it would burst into flames. She could feel the dampness of sweat in her hair.

After a quick bob of her head, she left. Wendy flattened out on the cool tile which seemed to douse the flames. She shifted to wolf so she could use all four paws to carry her back to the couch before shifting back. The shift had actually cured her of the nausea long enough to get some more crackers and soda down.

Moving her hand down over her lower stomach, she smiled. A month of nausea would be worth it. Her first child was on its way. Her first child, with her new mate…how quickly life had changed.

THE END